It’s 9.16 on Monday 22 June 2026, the day after Midsummer’s Day, and everybody is expecting Keir Starmer to resign as prime minister. The excitement has caused me to reflect on my personal links with British prime ministers. Winston Churchill was the prime minister when I was born in 1952. I have no personal connection with him, but my father, whose father was at Gallipoli, who fought at El Alamein, and was in Colditz with Churchill’s nephew, didn’t like Churchill. He had the working class dislike of a toff who had helped break the General Strike. My father voiced his dislike to a friend’s mother, who appalled said “But he was such a support to us during the War.” I have no personal connections with Anthony Eden, Harold Macmillan, and Alec Douglas-Home, but Macmillan was the first prime minister I was aware of when he was prime minister. I remember particularly cartoons of his hangdog face and moustache. A distant connection is that my father knew and hated Bob Boothby, an MP and…
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